Poetry Friday: Winter Cinquain

Today’s #PoetryFriday is hosted by Sally Murphy

Here in Montana winter takes on many different appearances. From picturesque snow covered mountains to stepping out your back door into several inches of snow waiting to be swept off cars and shoveled off porches and driveways. There is beauty in winter, and there is a fair share of sheer endurance as well. For those of us who are native Montanans, we take the months of longer days filled with more inversion-driven cloud cover than sunny skies in stride.

Yesterday was a day when Old Man Winter played the part of trickster on us. We have been experiencing a few days of milder weather, and by noon, the sun made a rare appearance. At 2:00 recess, the temperature read a balmy 52 degrees. Children began shedding their heavy winter coats in celebration of this welcome warmth.

It was short lived. When I opened my weather app to check the forecast, the report was dismal. By 3:30 it would be snowing and the temperature was expected to drop significantly. Sure enough, children were bundled up tight as we dismissed at day’s end, and by bedtime, it was snowing and blowing like a December blizzard.

This is the not so picturesque scene of a Montana winter. We do however, have glimpses of winter beauty that makes appearances during the long winter months. One such day in late January I captured it on my phone as I was driving to school on a quiet Saturday morning. I live in a neighborhood where the avenues are lined with maple trees, and after a fresh snowfall with just the right amount of moisture, it is a sight to behold.

Today, on a morning of bitter cold after a blizzard-y evening, I pulled out my picture and wrote a cinquain. It was a nice chance to remember the beauty in a Montana winter right before I have to open my back door to start shoveling.

12 thoughts on “Poetry Friday: Winter Cinquain

  1. margaretsmn says:

    I love this post as I sit in balmy 60 degrees wondering how it feels to be covered in snow in a matter of hours. This scene is beautiful but I know it comes with great consequences. Your cinquain captures the peaceful beauty with a wonder of word choice. “ice-kissed trees”

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  2. Alice Nine says:

    Oh! A maple-lined street. I love watching the seasons change in trees. Lovely cinquain. And I really like your closing line of your backstory.

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  3. Kay Mcgriff says:

    That is beautiful–both poem and photo. We have the ups and downs in temperature, but with less snow most of the time. Hope you didn’t have to shovel too long today.

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  4. lindabaie says:

    One of my favorite nature books is Winter: Notes from Montana, hard for me to imagine though in Colorado we have our share of cold and snow. I do love driving down lanes of trees. Your picture and “ice-kissed” trees – gorgeous!

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  5. laurashovan222 says:

    Beautiful pairing of photograph and poem, Dani. I’m recording the 2018 weather by making a temperature scarf. This week, we had a “yellow” day — 66 degrees. This month has been mild for February.

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